Chapter 17- Myra

The day of the ball.

Now I can't really explain what it was like getting into this dress without feeling out of breath just thinking about it.

I was put into a silky pastel pink dress which dragged against the floor in the back but falls just below my knees in front. the corset around my stomach helped my waist to shrink a couple centimeter which gave my already curvy figure curvy.

When I say already curvy I meant the curves in my belly rolls.

I wore a pair of white ballet flats which complimented the trim of my dress and a silver chain hung around my neck with a heart pendant at the end. It was my favourite part of my look seeing as it was handmade with the most intricate designs I've ever seen.

Or at least that's what the ladies who helped me to put it on said.

"Where's Remmi?" I asked when I noticed she wasn't in the room.

"She went to her room to get a pair of heels she bought for this specific event, ma'am," one of them replied, smoothing out my dress.

I nodded but before anythin